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Thursday, December 31, 2009
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Snow
Today my girls and Hubby are away but later will be home!
Snow, Snow, Snow. ;-)
My life has been surrounded by SNOW.
Maybe because the Lord knew I LOVED it growing up along the Rockies in the MILE HIGH city!
Then I lived in the Northern burbs (not so northern any longer) and snow was always in our WINTERS. Since then a few "SNOWS" have drifted in Kent and my life while we were courting and through our marriage the past twenty two years. The most memorable one is . . .The ONE particular day (I still have a Rocky Mountain News with headlines about it) - OUR WEDDING Day when Denver was literally SHUT DOWN!!! Or the April Snow storm that hit on our way to Lansing Kansas in 1990?
Then lately well there have been a few but the two most recent have been the Ice Storm or 2007 and this years 2009 SNOW BLIZZARD CHRISTMAS ;-D WOW!
I still love SNOW but the cold is starting to effect my limbs so hummmmmm . . . . It is still is
B E A U TIFUL when it is falling, drifting down from the heavens. To hear laughter while sledding, to warm up with our homemade HOT CHOCOLATE, cuddle in blankets, make homemade bread and good chili or potato soup YUMMY!!!!
Yes, it is final . . . I still enjoy the SNOW! Because when I look out and see the pure white covering and know that we can BE TOGETHER warming one another's hearts; making more memories while raising the temperatures of our soul, it brings joy to me. It is just the beginning, an illumination with an internal glow to match the outer growth; life begins again. Like the cold melting away when we come in from being cold, we are "warmed up", we can be reflective of who lives with in us - the spirit of God, and then shine as bright as the SNOW! :-)
Just like He has wiped away our sins and covers us with HIS perfection - when we answer the call to follow HIM - we can be "as white as SNOW" and Holy like he is Holy - I definitely still enjoy and love SNOW!
Won't you be as bright as the snow?
"Mighty is the Power of the Cross" - chris tomlin
Friday, December 25, 2009
White Christmas like 1987
Yep this is what it looked like :-D - okay I'll post something here later.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
healing & holiday hurray
It has been a full day but a wonderful day for the most part.
I thought after 24 hours free of flu bug . . . it bit again. Poor, poor Faithy.
Yep she was bitten by the yucky tummy flu bug. :-( yikes !!! Ouch!!!!
Have prayed for her and for Haddy not to get bitten. Okay healing is what we desire here before hitting anyone else. I know we will make it. Emily and Tia are much better now so they empathise with her. For now the family is being wonderfully working together all day.
They have made Haddy's birthday blissful. It is great to see them all so very excited to make this birthday special for her. Tia even mentioned that it was wonderful because, "Mom, it will no longer be Christmas Eve for us but Haddy's Birthday, a time for us to celebrate!" with a huge smile upon her face. I agree! We all reminisce about what last year was like awaiting her arrival. This year we were all in a wonderful spirit of Holiday Hurray Cheer!
Singing Happy Birthday from the moment we awoke until we all laughed along with her excitement of opening her cards, her gifts and then diving into her cake! Joy! Today has been wonderful just WONDERFUL! The Birthday Celebration, getting ready for the day and the time to make our traditional reindeer cookies for a very special visitor to enjoy (of coarse much later when we are all sleeping ;-D ). Also for us to just get to be together as a family! I LOVED seeing all of the girls together.
May you enjoy your time together like we have! Merry Christmas to all and to ALL A GOOD NIGHT!!!
I thought after 24 hours free of flu bug . . . it bit again. Poor, poor Faithy.
Yep she was bitten by the yucky tummy flu bug. :-( yikes !!! Ouch!!!!
Have prayed for her and for Haddy not to get bitten. Okay healing is what we desire here before hitting anyone else. I know we will make it. Emily and Tia are much better now so they empathise with her. For now the family is being wonderfully working together all day.
They have made Haddy's birthday blissful. It is great to see them all so very excited to make this birthday special for her. Tia even mentioned that it was wonderful because, "Mom, it will no longer be Christmas Eve for us but Haddy's Birthday, a time for us to celebrate!" with a huge smile upon her face. I agree! We all reminisce about what last year was like awaiting her arrival. This year we were all in a wonderful spirit of Holiday Hurray Cheer!
Singing Happy Birthday from the moment we awoke until we all laughed along with her excitement of opening her cards, her gifts and then diving into her cake! Joy! Today has been wonderful just WONDERFUL! The Birthday Celebration, getting ready for the day and the time to make our traditional reindeer cookies for a very special visitor to enjoy (of coarse much later when we are all sleeping ;-D ). Also for us to just get to be together as a family! I LOVED seeing all of the girls together.
May you enjoy your time together like we have! Merry Christmas to all and to ALL A GOOD NIGHT!!!
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Oh no . . . . tummy flu go away!!!!
Wow . . . got through that flu season until 2:30 this morning and our first little girl was Hit and bad.
Tia . . . poor Teeg . . . Not a good morning. We miss read this one; thinking it was from too many sweets. Waken from a dead sleep to rushing up the stairs to try and comfort our precious daughter was the fastest I've ever been awaken I think.
After trying to comfort her we set up a room to set herself to sleep hopefully. ;-( Not happening. Tia ended up staying home today from her last day of school. I just prayed that no one else would get "bitten by the bug". We just received a phone call from where Em was "staying the night" at a friends to hear she was getting sick and they didn't see it coming until it was too late. ;-( Oh oh . . . We rushed like crazy to go and get her to bring her home to be comforted; only to get her home and she was quickly needing TLC and our ever only "princess bed" set up when sick or scared. Now we have two down and hopefully no OTHERS!!! Disinfection round three~ Operation KNOCK OUT here we come !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Pray for us to not have anyone else get "the bite in the tummy" especially Haddy since she is only days away from her first birthday.
Tia . . . poor Teeg . . . Not a good morning. We miss read this one; thinking it was from too many sweets. Waken from a dead sleep to rushing up the stairs to try and comfort our precious daughter was the fastest I've ever been awaken I think.
After trying to comfort her we set up a room to set herself to sleep hopefully. ;-( Not happening. Tia ended up staying home today from her last day of school. I just prayed that no one else would get "bitten by the bug". We just received a phone call from where Em was "staying the night" at a friends to hear she was getting sick and they didn't see it coming until it was too late. ;-( Oh oh . . . We rushed like crazy to go and get her to bring her home to be comforted; only to get her home and she was quickly needing TLC and our ever only "princess bed" set up when sick or scared. Now we have two down and hopefully no OTHERS!!! Disinfection round three~ Operation KNOCK OUT here we come !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Pray for us to not have anyone else get "the bite in the tummy" especially Haddy since she is only days away from her first birthday.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Christmas in the Country
Almost one year oldHadassah poses after the Carol
Faith and Emily sing their first duet
Christmas in the Country or is it City?!! ;-)Our Five "Country Gals" after production
December 20 2009 Sunday Night
"Hey whos' Country Wear is that anyway?"Girls after their Mamas' Country Girl Wanna Be heart from past!!!
Smile
Today just made me SMILE real big!
MIT group had a great reflection!
Answers - What a Praise.
Last nights' Christmas in the Country was so Fun and very well done! They sang acted and told the true meaning of the Christmas story wonderfully!!!!
Smile, Breathe in, SMILE
The Christ Child . . . AWESOME!
MIT group had a great reflection!
Answers - What a Praise.
Last nights' Christmas in the Country was so Fun and very well done! They sang acted and told the true meaning of the Christmas story wonderfully!!!!
Smile, Breathe in, SMILE
The Christ Child . . . AWESOME!
Friday, December 18, 2009
a Friend
Today . . . cold but a sweet day!!!
Thanks to a phone call from a very special lady - friend, I was able to deliver a Christmas gift ON TIME!!! Thanks AC!!!
Well . . . Adriana has a place in my heart since working along side of her for a year and bonding in a way I will always treasure! She lives here in the states but grew up on Sao Paulo, Brazil. Where another special girl that lived with us in the late 90's is also from.
Well . . . I have been praying for Adriana and her husband Joseph for quite some time. They both are special to my heart for MANY reasons and today seeing her (your) B E A U TIFUL face again and quickly talking reminded me - how much I LOVE her among other special people. In Her room she had a special sink for our Kindergartners and every time I was there washing my hands with her scented Bath and Body soap, little does she know I would literally pray for her and her husband for multiple things. Every time I would wash or even smell that fragrance (Fig & brown sugar) I would pray for their home, families, and well personal things. Many things took place that year that I still sit in awe of!
We eventually; towards the end of the year, had every lunch together & came back to her room to eat together, discuss, laugh, be serious and sometimes I even surprised her with 3 cd's full of music from Brazil . . . which I still listen to even though I have NO IDEA what it is saying in Portuguese - Hahahahaha.
Well . . . a few years later, I found a similar fragrance that I love and thought of her for Christmas. I hoped that she may have a sink at her new building that she is located at, teaching first graders with her flare. :-) I wanted to go in on our last day of school before Christmas Break and share it with her. Thanks to a phone call last night I discovered that "Friday is her last day because she is going HOME" Which her family (parents and sister) live in Sao Paulo, it became necessary to stop by NOW before she left. Off we went . . . Kent took me over and waited very patiently while I delivered her pray bottled gift; :-) I was allowed in her room, handed her the gift and cried a few tears of JOY! She was even going over her morning routine which she had ready for them. It was sweet- memories of our 180 something mornings we shared together as staff. So now Adriana has that recent favorite fragrance (pomegranate) and every time I use the one in my home I will continue to pray for her and her husband in more ways than one while she has the same fragrance sitting in one of her rooms of her life!
A friend from Brazil, a friend for Life, and one - I pray for continually will some day be answered for all eternity! ;-)
Thanks to a phone call from a very special lady - friend, I was able to deliver a Christmas gift ON TIME!!! Thanks AC!!!
Well . . . Adriana has a place in my heart since working along side of her for a year and bonding in a way I will always treasure! She lives here in the states but grew up on Sao Paulo, Brazil. Where another special girl that lived with us in the late 90's is also from.
Well . . . I have been praying for Adriana and her husband Joseph for quite some time. They both are special to my heart for MANY reasons and today seeing her (your) B E A U TIFUL face again and quickly talking reminded me - how much I LOVE her among other special people. In Her room she had a special sink for our Kindergartners and every time I was there washing my hands with her scented Bath and Body soap, little does she know I would literally pray for her and her husband for multiple things. Every time I would wash or even smell that fragrance (Fig & brown sugar) I would pray for their home, families, and well personal things. Many things took place that year that I still sit in awe of!
We eventually; towards the end of the year, had every lunch together & came back to her room to eat together, discuss, laugh, be serious and sometimes I even surprised her with 3 cd's full of music from Brazil . . . which I still listen to even though I have NO IDEA what it is saying in Portuguese - Hahahahaha.
Well . . . a few years later, I found a similar fragrance that I love and thought of her for Christmas. I hoped that she may have a sink at her new building that she is located at, teaching first graders with her flare. :-) I wanted to go in on our last day of school before Christmas Break and share it with her. Thanks to a phone call last night I discovered that "Friday is her last day because she is going HOME" Which her family (parents and sister) live in Sao Paulo, it became necessary to stop by NOW before she left. Off we went . . . Kent took me over and waited very patiently while I delivered her pray bottled gift; :-) I was allowed in her room, handed her the gift and cried a few tears of JOY! She was even going over her morning routine which she had ready for them. It was sweet- memories of our 180 something mornings we shared together as staff. So now Adriana has that recent favorite fragrance (pomegranate) and every time I use the one in my home I will continue to pray for her and her husband in more ways than one while she has the same fragrance sitting in one of her rooms of her life!
A friend from Brazil, a friend for Life, and one - I pray for continually will some day be answered for all eternity! ;-)
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Do NOT be Afraid
"Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid."
John 14:27
John 14:27
Sunday, December 13, 2009
The Wind
The wind blows wherever it pleases. I Love my memories of the effects of wind for the most part in my life; literally, figuratively and spiritually. A great mental photograph replay frequently in the deep recess of my past that may be somewhat dusty or filled with old cob webs. The Attic of my mind develops hues of unfocused thoughts but like in the dark room under the red light, chemicals, a pan, the "tongs", a line etc. all ready to reproduce the image. The effects, results are just absolutely breath taking and etched permanently; like the moment a picture shows up on the photo paper with an image.
What image or images? The wind . . . but one can not "see" it literally but feel the gentleness across the cheeks. The hair wafting along your face and the fragrances that go deeper than just the "smell" but into a canvas soaking up each stroke. Blow wind blow.
Forty minutes, on the inner state, music blaring, windows rolled down, the deep auburn hint of tint in the brunette curls slapping the face teasingly with laughter of what could be a moment of pure day dreaming. The air seems thinner as the altitude is climbing to Boulder Valley. Ahhhhh a pay phone (now but a snapshot of the past) just awaiting the immediate halt from the squealing braked tires creating a dust forming a film like a new applied paint coat to the tiny roller skate of a vehicle that used to look sky pale blue. A memory that began an incredible walk of life for me.
The climb past the waterfalls where the tiny breeze blows droplets across the face like a glistening mist to the point that one wonders if it is an imaginary film of a damp dew or perspiration from getting this far. The pine trees deep sent wave all about as the tree tops seem to sway with a rocking motion back and forth, back and forth, side to side almost hypnotic. The limbs bend while the wind gently blows as if waving like human arms swaying at concert during an on core during that concert. The wind whispers sweet messages to my soul, my thoughts, a time of being still to LISTEN to the wind.
What about the effects of a breeze like in a slow motion picture to create an ethereal almost magical moment that emphasises a point - again effects of the wind. Or how about a sauntering walk when the snow falls from the sky so gentle then when behind the wheel of an automobile everything turns into a picture perfect star burst when one is driving almost looking like being caught in a time travel event from sci-fi. Effects of the wind. Or how about dust devils so small that you giggle as a child and wonder. But when it turns into a twister the adrenaline rushes for safety. Again effects from and of the wind.
Lastly the effect of the Holy Spirit that has blown through my soul, every cell, me. The wind gentle when necessary and other times with huge tsunami effects. WOW!
John 3:8
What image or images? The wind . . . but one can not "see" it literally but feel the gentleness across the cheeks. The hair wafting along your face and the fragrances that go deeper than just the "smell" but into a canvas soaking up each stroke. Blow wind blow.
Forty minutes, on the inner state, music blaring, windows rolled down, the deep auburn hint of tint in the brunette curls slapping the face teasingly with laughter of what could be a moment of pure day dreaming. The air seems thinner as the altitude is climbing to Boulder Valley. Ahhhhh a pay phone (now but a snapshot of the past) just awaiting the immediate halt from the squealing braked tires creating a dust forming a film like a new applied paint coat to the tiny roller skate of a vehicle that used to look sky pale blue. A memory that began an incredible walk of life for me.
The climb past the waterfalls where the tiny breeze blows droplets across the face like a glistening mist to the point that one wonders if it is an imaginary film of a damp dew or perspiration from getting this far. The pine trees deep sent wave all about as the tree tops seem to sway with a rocking motion back and forth, back and forth, side to side almost hypnotic. The limbs bend while the wind gently blows as if waving like human arms swaying at concert during an on core during that concert. The wind whispers sweet messages to my soul, my thoughts, a time of being still to LISTEN to the wind.
What about the effects of a breeze like in a slow motion picture to create an ethereal almost magical moment that emphasises a point - again effects of the wind. Or how about a sauntering walk when the snow falls from the sky so gentle then when behind the wheel of an automobile everything turns into a picture perfect star burst when one is driving almost looking like being caught in a time travel event from sci-fi. Effects of the wind. Or how about dust devils so small that you giggle as a child and wonder. But when it turns into a twister the adrenaline rushes for safety. Again effects from and of the wind.
Lastly the effect of the Holy Spirit that has blown through my soul, every cell, me. The wind gentle when necessary and other times with huge tsunami effects. WOW!
John 3:8
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Friday, December 4, 2009
December
December one of the most precious months of whimsical thrills and wonders.
I sit and know that God's word is living and very active! The time - eternity- through the Christ child born so long ago, means life forever for those who choose him. From the beginning of time we awaited, anticipated, and with eager expectation he came; the arrival of the Messiah over two thousand years ago . . . He was foretold about, he was here, he died, he was buried, and he arose and ascended to Heaven to sit at the right hand of God! Yes - He is ALIVE.
Every December we recognize the birth of the child who is the redeemer for all mankind!!! Every December the true meaning of Christmas IS Jesus Christ living and for all those whom receive him, he is eagerly preparing a place for us to be with HIM forevermore! He is coming back to take his Bride. He is!
December gives me goosebumps. People open up and find there really is more to life than "stuff". They for a moment reach out to touch others in "giving". People find ways to "help the less fortunate". Humanity . . . cares for the ability to LOVE ONE ANOTHER! Look around . . . even the "Ebenezer Scrooges' " discover . . . LOVE sometime, because their icy hearts cave in to allowing others to love them. Consequentially they need to receive before they can GIVE. Everyone . . . YES EVERYONE desires to be loved. December holds the opportunity to accomplish that. Humanity was demonstrated the most ultimate LOVE GIFT in the form of a babe, born to two very simple young parents passing down that heritage of selfless love while obeying the LORD.
December thrills me to the core. My womb five times carried a child through this season of perpetual giving, and each time . . . whether early in pregnancy or ready to deliver; the Savior came to mind. Hadassah being our last . . . allowed me the opportunity to participate in a live nativity and then a mime moment of wonder through a song: "Breath of Heaven" - Amy Grant, only days before she was born and I to pondered the thought of Mary carrying our Savior - the Kinsmen Redeemer . . . AWE . . . Mary bore him knowing he was the Messiah. The thrill of such a priceless gift - YAHWEH gave it ALL in this God-Man, So that we may LIVE. He left Heaven to be born so that we may know him fully. Then the Lord allowed me to birth our last child close to the day we recognize HIM. Ahhhh, December.
December . . . beginning two days before all the way to the end of December . . . our family is surrounded by the reminder of LIFE. Emily, Faith, Hadassah and myself all have birthdays in (or around) December. Our Anniversary . . . Yep December. CHRISTmas!!! December.
And a dear friends birthday the 31st . . . the last day of the year - December!
Family, Friends - LOVE . . . all shown in DECEMBER.
I sit and know that God's word is living and very active! The time - eternity- through the Christ child born so long ago, means life forever for those who choose him. From the beginning of time we awaited, anticipated, and with eager expectation he came; the arrival of the Messiah over two thousand years ago . . . He was foretold about, he was here, he died, he was buried, and he arose and ascended to Heaven to sit at the right hand of God! Yes - He is ALIVE.
Every December we recognize the birth of the child who is the redeemer for all mankind!!! Every December the true meaning of Christmas IS Jesus Christ living and for all those whom receive him, he is eagerly preparing a place for us to be with HIM forevermore! He is coming back to take his Bride. He is!
December gives me goosebumps. People open up and find there really is more to life than "stuff". They for a moment reach out to touch others in "giving". People find ways to "help the less fortunate". Humanity . . . cares for the ability to LOVE ONE ANOTHER! Look around . . . even the "Ebenezer Scrooges' " discover . . . LOVE sometime, because their icy hearts cave in to allowing others to love them. Consequentially they need to receive before they can GIVE. Everyone . . . YES EVERYONE desires to be loved. December holds the opportunity to accomplish that. Humanity was demonstrated the most ultimate LOVE GIFT in the form of a babe, born to two very simple young parents passing down that heritage of selfless love while obeying the LORD.
December thrills me to the core. My womb five times carried a child through this season of perpetual giving, and each time . . . whether early in pregnancy or ready to deliver; the Savior came to mind. Hadassah being our last . . . allowed me the opportunity to participate in a live nativity and then a mime moment of wonder through a song: "Breath of Heaven" - Amy Grant, only days before she was born and I to pondered the thought of Mary carrying our Savior - the Kinsmen Redeemer . . . AWE . . . Mary bore him knowing he was the Messiah. The thrill of such a priceless gift - YAHWEH gave it ALL in this God-Man, So that we may LIVE. He left Heaven to be born so that we may know him fully. Then the Lord allowed me to birth our last child close to the day we recognize HIM. Ahhhh, December.
December . . . beginning two days before all the way to the end of December . . . our family is surrounded by the reminder of LIFE. Emily, Faith, Hadassah and myself all have birthdays in (or around) December. Our Anniversary . . . Yep December. CHRISTmas!!! December.
And a dear friends birthday the 31st . . . the last day of the year - December!
Family, Friends - LOVE . . . all shown in DECEMBER.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Another Year
The moment the rays of light tried to play peek a boo . . . the sweet feet of one of the girls jumped into bed to greet me with a warm hug and kiss . . .
Another year of life has come and slowly slipped by and it reminds this heart of how sweet people are in life! Breath. "This is the air I breathe, this is the air I breathe" . . . just take another.
Only but a midst but worth every vapor.
Three very vital people in my life that has totally rescued me and revived this heart of mine to beat with a different strength. Strength to desire deep from with in the recesses of my soul to be granted another day to "WIN, WIN"! What? Win, win? Yes win, win.
On a very frigged night Sunday evening March 18, 1984 this cardiovascular muscle was radically operated on and transplanted from a physician that had incredible hands. Rough, firm, steady and calloused from being an incredible hard labor yet to the touch; soft, gentle, feathery light with the suppleness of a brand new infant baby's unblemished skin. The water chilly to the dermis while encompassing the unusual sense of warmth. The goosebumps rose but not from the bit of frost but from the internal heat surmounting almost bubbling to an inferno speed ready to erupt with unfathomable praise & speech. Breathe in, breath out. The smell . . . different, unthinkable but etched forever deep in the crevices of the mind. Life was just beginning that dark, cold and exuberant night. Eager to go to Yvonne's live in location; an elderly house cared employment to say THANK YOU for my spiritual journey to come to a point of no return. REBIRTH! It was uncontainable, refreshing - ADVENTUROUS. Who knew?
Then and now, it would be reflected with a deep sigh, smile and slow released tear of PRAISE to express my wonderfully grateful hearts beat of another year. Another year to listen to laughter, another year to endure incredible pain, another year to birth the miracle of life as a surprise on Christmas Eve no less,
another year to hold a hand, hug another, whisper a prayer, groan with anguish that ONLY the Holy Spirit could heal, cleanse and mend while interceding. Amazed that while in writhing laughter so hard that the muscles ached with the gut agony of pain through bellows of glee and the need for oxygen trying not to hyperventilate, loose all vocal abilities or bladder control. Another year to speak freely, trying desperately to manage to HOLD the tongue, be vivacious with spirit or simply curl up and sequester the soul in pure silence. ANOTHER YEAR - praise be to the LORD.
Yes Tia, I love you, your sisters and Daddy with all my heart and deep "from the bottom of my LIVER!" ;-D He granted me one more year, and another day to awake and smile freely through every look, touch, smell, taste and listen with an ear to hear.
Thank You dear Abba! I really don't deserve another nano second let alone another day but Thank You for ONE more YEAR that has made the many you've breathed life into me on that December first morning! My muscles ache for you as I eagerly step into the beginning of another year loving those whom you've granted me to be with to grow. I know you'll ALWAYS be here another year along side of me - hold my hand please while you keep transforming this heartbeat to your rhythm.
Another year of life has come and slowly slipped by and it reminds this heart of how sweet people are in life! Breath. "This is the air I breathe, this is the air I breathe" . . . just take another.
Only but a midst but worth every vapor.
Three very vital people in my life that has totally rescued me and revived this heart of mine to beat with a different strength. Strength to desire deep from with in the recesses of my soul to be granted another day to "WIN, WIN"! What? Win, win? Yes win, win.
On a very frigged night Sunday evening March 18, 1984 this cardiovascular muscle was radically operated on and transplanted from a physician that had incredible hands. Rough, firm, steady and calloused from being an incredible hard labor yet to the touch; soft, gentle, feathery light with the suppleness of a brand new infant baby's unblemished skin. The water chilly to the dermis while encompassing the unusual sense of warmth. The goosebumps rose but not from the bit of frost but from the internal heat surmounting almost bubbling to an inferno speed ready to erupt with unfathomable praise & speech. Breathe in, breath out. The smell . . . different, unthinkable but etched forever deep in the crevices of the mind. Life was just beginning that dark, cold and exuberant night. Eager to go to Yvonne's live in location; an elderly house cared employment to say THANK YOU for my spiritual journey to come to a point of no return. REBIRTH! It was uncontainable, refreshing - ADVENTUROUS. Who knew?
Then and now, it would be reflected with a deep sigh, smile and slow released tear of PRAISE to express my wonderfully grateful hearts beat of another year. Another year to listen to laughter, another year to endure incredible pain, another year to birth the miracle of life as a surprise on Christmas Eve no less,
another year to hold a hand, hug another, whisper a prayer, groan with anguish that ONLY the Holy Spirit could heal, cleanse and mend while interceding. Amazed that while in writhing laughter so hard that the muscles ached with the gut agony of pain through bellows of glee and the need for oxygen trying not to hyperventilate, loose all vocal abilities or bladder control. Another year to speak freely, trying desperately to manage to HOLD the tongue, be vivacious with spirit or simply curl up and sequester the soul in pure silence. ANOTHER YEAR - praise be to the LORD.Yes Tia, I love you, your sisters and Daddy with all my heart and deep "from the bottom of my LIVER!" ;-D He granted me one more year, and another day to awake and smile freely through every look, touch, smell, taste and listen with an ear to hear.
Thank You dear Abba! I really don't deserve another nano second let alone another day but Thank You for ONE more YEAR that has made the many you've breathed life into me on that December first morning! My muscles ache for you as I eagerly step into the beginning of another year loving those whom you've granted me to be with to grow. I know you'll ALWAYS be here another year along side of me - hold my hand please while you keep transforming this heartbeat to your rhythm.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Double Digits
Awe double digits once AGAIN!!! ;-)
Ten. . . . the day has finally arrived and truly anticipated greatly. Where did the time whiz by so incredibly fast? She was but a surprise when we discovered we were going to be blessed with her presence and now "10". :-)
The family was very excited to see her "way back then" anticipation eagerly awaited a then second grader, to hear the news if she had a little brother or sister and shouted with glee to "Mrs. Gray" when she whispered in her ear . . . Mya your family is excited to let you know the baby is HERE! She was SO excited she even passed up her favorite lunch in Valley Falls; Chili with homemade cinnamon rolls. She couldn't eat. Tia was eager also to see this new bundle from a kindergartner perspective. Faithy finally got to be a "BIG SISTER" and she just beamed. Now Emily shouts with jovial excited wales, "FINALLY - DOUBLE DIGITS. I'm TEN!!!" She is so energetic. She smiled to have her very dear friend over, Kaylee after spending some time with another dear one. She chose the homemade cake and simple frosting. Our dinner out made her giggle with glee especially since she stood on a chair while they all chanted and sang to her!
Ten years ago . . . it came to me in a wow moment; " I'm the age roughly mommy was when I was the big sister to my baby brother Gabriel. And Lawrence was just beginning life in his 'double digits' -Hahahaha." Now the time lapsed to the present and WOW! Our girls are so uniquely different and we had such a good family day! ;-)
I Love you BUNCHES! I wanna hold your little "feeners" and kiss you all over to hug you tightly and never let you go. Why? . . . Not many of those days left before our home changes once again, never to return to what it is; a live in family of seven unit living under the same roof. Emily, Thanks for your presence over the past ten years. Happy Birthday sweet one! We all Love YOU in your DOUBLE DIGITS and may 11-29 be a great memory for you to cherish.
Love,
Mommy
PS remember, "when I grow up, I want to be just like YOU!" caring and giving deep from with in your every member of soul. squeeze, squeeze, squeeze, -1,2,3, - I LOVE YOU!!!
Ten. . . . the day has finally arrived and truly anticipated greatly. Where did the time whiz by so incredibly fast? She was but a surprise when we discovered we were going to be blessed with her presence and now "10". :-)
The family was very excited to see her "way back then" anticipation eagerly awaited a then second grader, to hear the news if she had a little brother or sister and shouted with glee to "Mrs. Gray" when she whispered in her ear . . . Mya your family is excited to let you know the baby is HERE! She was SO excited she even passed up her favorite lunch in Valley Falls; Chili with homemade cinnamon rolls. She couldn't eat. Tia was eager also to see this new bundle from a kindergartner perspective. Faithy finally got to be a "BIG SISTER" and she just beamed. Now Emily shouts with jovial excited wales, "FINALLY - DOUBLE DIGITS. I'm TEN!!!" She is so energetic. She smiled to have her very dear friend over, Kaylee after spending some time with another dear one. She chose the homemade cake and simple frosting. Our dinner out made her giggle with glee especially since she stood on a chair while they all chanted and sang to her!
Ten years ago . . . it came to me in a wow moment; " I'm the age roughly mommy was when I was the big sister to my baby brother Gabriel. And Lawrence was just beginning life in his 'double digits' -Hahahaha." Now the time lapsed to the present and WOW! Our girls are so uniquely different and we had such a good family day! ;-)
I Love you BUNCHES! I wanna hold your little "feeners" and kiss you all over to hug you tightly and never let you go. Why? . . . Not many of those days left before our home changes once again, never to return to what it is; a live in family of seven unit living under the same roof. Emily, Thanks for your presence over the past ten years. Happy Birthday sweet one! We all Love YOU in your DOUBLE DIGITS and may 11-29 be a great memory for you to cherish.
Love,
Mommy
PS remember, "when I grow up, I want to be just like YOU!" caring and giving deep from with in your every member of soul. squeeze, squeeze, squeeze, -1,2,3, - I LOVE YOU!!!
Monday, November 23, 2009
Speechless . . .
Thank You Lover.
Last week you shared a piece of your gentle manner and your inner self through your personal illustration of forgiveness from the sermon. Last night through the act of doing and sharing "LOVE" in the Love Feast with dots of RED. ;-D
You are many things to me, the girls and others. Thank you for being
K nowledgeable & kind
E ncourager
N oble Character
T rustworthy
over the last 24 years together and many other attributes (that are not part of the acronym) that could be listed. You are one of the most godly men I know. Like shared with us once early in our lives, I would pick a man after God's own heart over all the knowledge in the world. So, Thank You for being a mentor in my life . . . for you have taught me MANY things. How to rise to the standard of God and bring others with us because they matter. How to LISTEN earnestly to other people because they are "WORTH listening to". How to be slow(er) to speak and live with less regrets. How to care for those that others pass by quite often. How to be patient (which is STILL being worked on). How to be a student and learner for the word of God. How to stand on the absolute TRUTH of scripture. How to LOVE our girls - as one. How to persevere when the going gets very rough. How to laugh at the simple things. How to be committed to ministry and our calling. How to work through all circumstances. To challenge my life by and to read through the Bible every year.
Kent you leave me speechless. For I am not able to clearly articulate my gratitude to you for being my friend, mentor, preacher, and Lover. I draw comfort in knowing you Love Him first. Remain a man after God's own heart - for that is what allows me to Love you like I do, leaving me;
speechless yet compelled to try to convey my appreciation.
Yours until returning Home.
M - - - -
Last week you shared a piece of your gentle manner and your inner self through your personal illustration of forgiveness from the sermon. Last night through the act of doing and sharing "LOVE" in the Love Feast with dots of RED. ;-D
You are many things to me, the girls and others. Thank you for being
K nowledgeable & kind
E ncourager
N oble Character
T rustworthy
over the last 24 years together and many other attributes (that are not part of the acronym) that could be listed. You are one of the most godly men I know. Like shared with us once early in our lives, I would pick a man after God's own heart over all the knowledge in the world. So, Thank You for being a mentor in my life . . . for you have taught me MANY things. How to rise to the standard of God and bring others with us because they matter. How to LISTEN earnestly to other people because they are "WORTH listening to". How to be slow(er) to speak and live with less regrets. How to care for those that others pass by quite often. How to be patient (which is STILL being worked on). How to be a student and learner for the word of God. How to stand on the absolute TRUTH of scripture. How to LOVE our girls - as one. How to persevere when the going gets very rough. How to laugh at the simple things. How to be committed to ministry and our calling. How to work through all circumstances. To challenge my life by and to read through the Bible every year.
Kent you leave me speechless. For I am not able to clearly articulate my gratitude to you for being my friend, mentor, preacher, and Lover. I draw comfort in knowing you Love Him first. Remain a man after God's own heart - for that is what allows me to Love you like I do, leaving me;
speechless yet compelled to try to convey my appreciation.
Yours until returning Home.
M - - - -
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Thankfulness
Today another beautiful sun raise shinning through our windows while the chill is held at bay with a slight morning fog wafting its way around the earth like a thin batting layer awaiting a quilt pattern.
The bustling of girls giggling and the hums of whispers about the goodies that appeared after their eyes grew weary with Mr. Sand Mans' dust. They try to contain their over zealous excitement and pitter patter rapidly down the stairs.
The painted frosted east bedroom windows show a dusting of prisms upon two other precious loves of our home. It is time to rise. Three eager and creeping around trying to keep quiet and two others trying to keep under the covers just a bit longer before coming out a resembling bear in a deep hibernation lasting only 8-10 hours although it should have been like an entire winters slumber. Sleep for me . . . not easy this morning. Too excited to see what the new day holds for our family of seven. Last we were divided in the night; one, two, four all in different locations physically but tied in unity of bloodline.
Kent, and the three "babieeeessss" at home holding down the fort. Mya and Tia in Peoria Illinois on an adventure learning from THE NATIONAL MISSIONARY CONVENTION - seeds being sown deep in their spiritual soils waiting to germinate. My heart is pondering theses things while sitting at The XC (cross country) Banquet of Mya's Senior Year (with out her even present.) Eager to serve one last time at the close of a season with these families I've grown to appreciate and love over the past six years. I am THANKFUL!
Thankful to see three of the four faces that have grown up since fourth grade together and over the coarse of time remained in contact with one another. Now these XC (18) Seniors where 10 of them have run together ever since Jr high anticipate the evening to share what they are thankful for. As I listened to their (17) speeches and occasionally laughing my head off hysterically, or wondering deeply, and weeping only once (it is hard to believe - I KNOW- but true) when John Bauchman spoke. Thankful that John was very transparent and how deeply he appreciated his parents and his grandparents for their Legacy; tough but sincere - I wept only then.
Yes I am thankful! He taught me something last night. That being real with those you Love means the world. I watched each of his family members. His little sister crawling on the floor under the table to whisper to their mom after he was finished, "He appreciated and said he LOVED ME!" with a very large grin and nod of her head. His brothers and Mom laughing with all the rest of us because of some rough lessons learned through them this senior year; then his parents and grandparents eyes glistening when he shared his Love and appreciation for them. But the most moving was watching them when he and his parents connected even more because of their unending support for John and ALWAYS being there. He noticed their love for him through their support. WOW! He and His Dad connected in a way that belonged to Just the two of them - MOVING.
Me? Thankful. For what? For the Lord, who gave and continues to give me new sights to see how precious the life he has granted me with. For dieing on the cross for me Jesus, THANK YOU!!! Last night because John was Real, I am going to take the time to tell my folks the "WHYS'" of my heartfelt thanks in the ways they allowed me to grow through the best that they knew how to give and offer. I am thankful that through them life would challenge me to search out God, Jesus Christ and the Holy Spirit.
Thankful because of John, I also will share with the girls how special they are to me and why. Thankful for my spouse ("KENT, I LOVE YOU!") and with out him . . . where would I be challenged? Thankful for his humility even when others treat him unkindly and yet he doesn't retaliate or shoot off his mouth. Thankful with how he displays an example for me in my spiritual walk; because He fears and reveres the LORD before myself or any man. Thankful for a man who studies scripture fervently and is NEVER seeking attention of others like so many other people. Thankful because Kent is ALWAYS LISTENING, truly listening to others without any hint to "Show how much he knows" or "trying to be in the limelight seeking praises of 'men'" instead of the praise of the LORD. Thankful because Kent is quiet but genuinely caring for the 'untouchables or eggers' (extra GRACE required) personalities. Thankful because Kent you live by example, not trying to show people up, and knowing your are being held accountable to God for your life. Thankfulness for your patience and love while following your calling.
Lord Thank You for the brothers and sisters in Christ who live their lives with all their heart by shedding some light as an example for me. I am thankful for what you desire and for what is the best for the Kingdom. For I am STILL learning and growing.
So John B., as a young man, Thank You for YOUR presence and through another illustration in a speech last night that made me appreciate those whom I am thankful for.
The bustling of girls giggling and the hums of whispers about the goodies that appeared after their eyes grew weary with Mr. Sand Mans' dust. They try to contain their over zealous excitement and pitter patter rapidly down the stairs.
The painted frosted east bedroom windows show a dusting of prisms upon two other precious loves of our home. It is time to rise. Three eager and creeping around trying to keep quiet and two others trying to keep under the covers just a bit longer before coming out a resembling bear in a deep hibernation lasting only 8-10 hours although it should have been like an entire winters slumber. Sleep for me . . . not easy this morning. Too excited to see what the new day holds for our family of seven. Last we were divided in the night; one, two, four all in different locations physically but tied in unity of bloodline.
Kent, and the three "babieeeessss" at home holding down the fort. Mya and Tia in Peoria Illinois on an adventure learning from THE NATIONAL MISSIONARY CONVENTION - seeds being sown deep in their spiritual soils waiting to germinate. My heart is pondering theses things while sitting at The XC (cross country) Banquet of Mya's Senior Year (with out her even present.) Eager to serve one last time at the close of a season with these families I've grown to appreciate and love over the past six years. I am THANKFUL!
Thankful to see three of the four faces that have grown up since fourth grade together and over the coarse of time remained in contact with one another. Now these XC (18) Seniors where 10 of them have run together ever since Jr high anticipate the evening to share what they are thankful for. As I listened to their (17) speeches and occasionally laughing my head off hysterically, or wondering deeply, and weeping only once (it is hard to believe - I KNOW- but true) when John Bauchman spoke. Thankful that John was very transparent and how deeply he appreciated his parents and his grandparents for their Legacy; tough but sincere - I wept only then.
Yes I am thankful! He taught me something last night. That being real with those you Love means the world. I watched each of his family members. His little sister crawling on the floor under the table to whisper to their mom after he was finished, "He appreciated and said he LOVED ME!" with a very large grin and nod of her head. His brothers and Mom laughing with all the rest of us because of some rough lessons learned through them this senior year; then his parents and grandparents eyes glistening when he shared his Love and appreciation for them. But the most moving was watching them when he and his parents connected even more because of their unending support for John and ALWAYS being there. He noticed their love for him through their support. WOW! He and His Dad connected in a way that belonged to Just the two of them - MOVING.
Me? Thankful. For what? For the Lord, who gave and continues to give me new sights to see how precious the life he has granted me with. For dieing on the cross for me Jesus, THANK YOU!!! Last night because John was Real, I am going to take the time to tell my folks the "WHYS'" of my heartfelt thanks in the ways they allowed me to grow through the best that they knew how to give and offer. I am thankful that through them life would challenge me to search out God, Jesus Christ and the Holy Spirit.
Thankful because of John, I also will share with the girls how special they are to me and why. Thankful for my spouse ("KENT, I LOVE YOU!") and with out him . . . where would I be challenged? Thankful for his humility even when others treat him unkindly and yet he doesn't retaliate or shoot off his mouth. Thankful with how he displays an example for me in my spiritual walk; because He fears and reveres the LORD before myself or any man. Thankful for a man who studies scripture fervently and is NEVER seeking attention of others like so many other people. Thankful because Kent is ALWAYS LISTENING, truly listening to others without any hint to "Show how much he knows" or "trying to be in the limelight seeking praises of 'men'" instead of the praise of the LORD. Thankful because Kent is quiet but genuinely caring for the 'untouchables or eggers' (extra GRACE required) personalities. Thankful because Kent you live by example, not trying to show people up, and knowing your are being held accountable to God for your life. Thankfulness for your patience and love while following your calling.
Lord Thank You for the brothers and sisters in Christ who live their lives with all their heart by shedding some light as an example for me. I am thankful for what you desire and for what is the best for the Kingdom. For I am STILL learning and growing.
So John B., as a young man, Thank You for YOUR presence and through another illustration in a speech last night that made me appreciate those whom I am thankful for.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
speechless - a locked time capsule
Young, small full of life.
stranger holds tight
looking into one anothers eyes.
wonder. awe.
why?
small. compared. alone.
busy in thought
why?
hurt. quiet. feverish searching.
discovery
adventure arising
awe. wonder.
risk. silence. ponder. death.
leave. a different path chosen
step of faith. risk. what is there to loose.
Life begins
Love discovered
Love questioned
Love found
True Love
Different ~ FOREVER
a sponge. unquenchable thirst. driven hunger
Pioneer
Settlers arise
second generation life given
Pioneer plows harder ~ never regrets
Love IS enduring
Love IS given with insurmountable cost
price unfathomable
gift accepted, humbly the head is bowed
Life reflected
SPEECHLESS like a time capsule locked
opened with the arrival
PRAISE with all Eternity
Home
"Let all those who seek You rejoice and be glad in YOU; And let those who love Your salvation say continually, 'Let God be magnified!' " Psalm 70: 4
stranger holds tight
looking into one anothers eyes.
Locked
souls are touched
wonder. awe.
why?
small. compared. alone.
busy in thought
why?
hurt. quiet. feverish searching.
discovery
adventure arising
awe. wonder.
risk. silence. ponder. death.
leave. a different path chosen
step of faith. risk. what is there to loose.
Life begins
Love discovered
Love questioned
Love found
True Love
Different ~ FOREVER
a sponge. unquenchable thirst. driven hunger
Pioneer
Settlers arise
second generation life given
Pioneer plows harder ~ never regrets
Love IS enduring
Love IS given with insurmountable cost
price unfathomable
gift accepted, humbly the head is bowed
Life reflected
SPEECHLESS like a time capsule locked
opened with the arrival
PRAISE with all Eternity
Home
"Let all those who seek You rejoice and be glad in YOU; And let those who love Your salvation say continually, 'Let God be magnified!' " Psalm 70: 4
Friday, November 13, 2009
tick tick tick tock . . .
Time is oozing slowly. Out comes the warmth of the day with a grey overcast. The trees squeak with groans of agony like an elderly pair of hands aching from the spell of arthritis and twisting the joints beyond control.
Aging. TIME is but a midst. Our age process quickly here and quickly lived. Now age is a precious commodity. When a child we wish it away. When teens we can wait to "be adults". As young adults, ready to turn the world upside down with a feverish passion. In the thirties contemplating change. Forty and fifties appreciating what matters. Sixties and reflecting. Seventies and eighties where did the time go? Time. Enjoy the present because the Lord gave it as a PRESENT for you to enjoy for the moment because the present quickly changes to the past. T - I - M - E . . . . today was sweet to live it with Kent on his day off. Gaze deeply into the pools of wonder in the golden rod hues surround by a misty blue pair of eyes that knew she was loved. To make our favorite homemade chocolate chip pancakes, listening to Faith's Friday devotion, sing with the sweet harmony of our family as Haddy smiled, giggled and clapped on beat mouthing her praise. Eating together one more TIME before all departing out the front door. Standing out doors as the leaves were cleaned out of the gutters. Talk with a dear sister in Christ trying to re-assure her that the Lord IS in control of her business and set up a prayer vigil walk through her shop. Tick, tock, tick, tick, tick, tock - - - The clock of the Lord is worthy to be praised.
As the girls all came home then one by one left again with a friend -they each stepped into their time captured moments. Mya drives away, Emily packs an over night bag, Kent goes to the library to study, Faith grabs the phone and leaves to skate and Tia gets ready to Cosmic bowl the night away. Each of them added to their lives another set of memories in some way or another. Their TIME . . . is sweet and I cherish every moment to see the sparkle of what they received.
Aging. TIME is but a midst. Our age process quickly here and quickly lived. Now age is a precious commodity. When a child we wish it away. When teens we can wait to "be adults". As young adults, ready to turn the world upside down with a feverish passion. In the thirties contemplating change. Forty and fifties appreciating what matters. Sixties and reflecting. Seventies and eighties where did the time go? Time. Enjoy the present because the Lord gave it as a PRESENT for you to enjoy for the moment because the present quickly changes to the past. T - I - M - E . . . . today was sweet to live it with Kent on his day off. Gaze deeply into the pools of wonder in the golden rod hues surround by a misty blue pair of eyes that knew she was loved. To make our favorite homemade chocolate chip pancakes, listening to Faith's Friday devotion, sing with the sweet harmony of our family as Haddy smiled, giggled and clapped on beat mouthing her praise. Eating together one more TIME before all departing out the front door. Standing out doors as the leaves were cleaned out of the gutters. Talk with a dear sister in Christ trying to re-assure her that the Lord IS in control of her business and set up a prayer vigil walk through her shop. Tick, tock, tick, tick, tick, tock - - - The clock of the Lord is worthy to be praised.
As the girls all came home then one by one left again with a friend -they each stepped into their time captured moments. Mya drives away, Emily packs an over night bag, Kent goes to the library to study, Faith grabs the phone and leaves to skate and Tia gets ready to Cosmic bowl the night away. Each of them added to their lives another set of memories in some way or another. Their TIME . . . is sweet and I cherish every moment to see the sparkle of what they received.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Indian Summer a good laugh
Leaves, leaves, leaves. It seems so funny to be "raining leaves" all around us. What is so ironic is the bustling of the wind blowing; the Indian Summer permeating in its' warm spell so late. This Indian Summer ~ Early in November, is making my once close to completely dead flower garden start to become rather confused and bloom one more time an aromatic set of rose clusters as if they were waking up early in Spring. But all the leaves of the neighbors trees are back & seem to be invading our porch, steps and street, and what seems to be just around our three vehicles! ;-) Hahahahah hahahaha
After a continuous sneezing spell that sent me reeling into the house "ahhhh cheeee, ahhhh cheee, AHHHH CHoooooo!" After five mountainous, monster sized bags later the yard looked very groomed before we left to Illinois :-) . All was in place. Ready to depart to family in the east. This Indian Summer ~ It gave Kent a time to just THINK while laboring to gather the leaves from the five neighbors trees, who seem to be VERY fond of OUR "greener grass, treeless, leafless front yard property while desiring to share the wealth of their fruit. ;-P Only to come home late Friday evening and discover and giggle to see . . . their sharing hadn't stopped. The Oaks, Maples and Cotton Woods all desiring to 
blanket the yard. Yes sireee, the trees seemed to act like a well planned quilters guild ready to lay their creation on the loom; tight and taught with the batting ready to receive every patch work and stitch, yielding mostly browns and a few golds. However, the breath of the air plays & desires to tease the yard and redesigning it's pattern continually before yielding to be a fixture of permanence or being combed with a raked or even gathered to be stuffed in a blue bag resembling a large body pillow (a trash bag really) to line the back yard/garage trash receptacles. The sneezing begins again! Yikes!
blanket the yard. Yes sireee, the trees seemed to act like a well planned quilters guild ready to lay their creation on the loom; tight and taught with the batting ready to receive every patch work and stitch, yielding mostly browns and a few golds. However, the breath of the air plays & desires to tease the yard and redesigning it's pattern continually before yielding to be a fixture of permanence or being combed with a raked or even gathered to be stuffed in a blue bag resembling a large body pillow (a trash bag really) to line the back yard/garage trash receptacles. The sneezing begins again! Yikes! 
Yes it is time to start re stuffing the the bags . . . and enjoy the fact that God is perfect and we are thankful that our health is good enough to be able to even allow us to work in the last warm spell of 2009's Indian Summer in NOVEMBER. 
With the whirling of the street cleaners coming by in a tyme of 4/4 slowly washing the streets of the leaves that surround our cars before long. Or maybe the forcasted "showers" will bath the newly sealed streets and the small little streams will wash them along to a different ending, with not a trace of evidence of a single tree bearing and sharing it's abundance with us this years not once, twice but thrice.
Here is to Fall ~
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Think, Think, THINK . . . I think
Denial. Interesting isn't it. What is denial? The act of saying that something is not true. Act of saying that one does not hold to or accept. a refusing. a refusing to acknowledge. self denial. "If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross and follow me. For whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for me will find it. What good will it be for a man if he gains the WHOLE WORLD, yet forfeits his SOUL? . . . " So why do we play "keep up with the JONES' " game?
Okay . . . I know everyone deals with it "keeping up with the Jones'" in the western culture; or the desire to fully living the "American Dream". But the American Dream . . . is not really any dream worth achieving really other than to freely worship the one and only TRUE Savior. Jesus Christ. To follow him at all cost - really? self denial? Refusing what? SELF? Yes. Picking up my cross daily is a huge effort to put others interests before my own. My impatience often gets the best of me. Or how about my competitive spirit (in some way or another there definitely is one) that battles to walk in true humility. The proverbial grass ISN'T greener on the the other side really because then I am looking back and seeing that the grafted sod did catch hold & is growing. I don't desire to forfeit what really matters I mean what REALLY MATTERS.
I've been thinking, thinking, and THINKING. Ana, why is it that we as a culture try to make the gospel more palatable? Or watered down so "NOT to OFFEND anyone?" I've been wondering about Jesus approach. He didn't seem to do that. He told the TRUTH in LOVE. Both together, direct. I remember when we did our first couple of ministries it was so very tempting for me to desire to be every persons chum, lower the bar so that others could attain "Christianity" easily. But one wise individual told me not to lower the bar but to reach down and help pull others up to God's standards. Was it hard? Yes. Did I want to fudge and bend differently? Yes, because it was easier; Wasn't it?! NO. Now 22 years later . . . . God's ways are never wrong but the world YIKES IS! Let me explain.
See the world and all it's lures give temporary pleasures. It Looks appealing, is not so difficult. Gives immediate gratification. Who's it gunna hurt - nobody. The world appeals to all the senses and tends to be subjectively driven. Only to leave individuals with an odd void, a type of hole. It tends to be all about "ME". But when really looking for true filled gratification it comes by being committed to giving.
Giving.
Self denial = selfless servitude
Humility = not needing others to recognize
reach out to others that CAN NOT reach back
LISTEN = Less of "imparting MY knowledge" dispensing
Actively SERVING
Giving!
It's time for me to learn and apply and GO!
Okay . . . I know everyone deals with it "keeping up with the Jones'" in the western culture; or the desire to fully living the "American Dream". But the American Dream . . . is not really any dream worth achieving really other than to freely worship the one and only TRUE Savior. Jesus Christ. To follow him at all cost - really? self denial? Refusing what? SELF? Yes. Picking up my cross daily is a huge effort to put others interests before my own. My impatience often gets the best of me. Or how about my competitive spirit (in some way or another there definitely is one) that battles to walk in true humility. The proverbial grass ISN'T greener on the the other side really because then I am looking back and seeing that the grafted sod did catch hold & is growing. I don't desire to forfeit what really matters I mean what REALLY MATTERS.
I've been thinking, thinking, and THINKING. Ana, why is it that we as a culture try to make the gospel more palatable? Or watered down so "NOT to OFFEND anyone?" I've been wondering about Jesus approach. He didn't seem to do that. He told the TRUTH in LOVE. Both together, direct. I remember when we did our first couple of ministries it was so very tempting for me to desire to be every persons chum, lower the bar so that others could attain "Christianity" easily. But one wise individual told me not to lower the bar but to reach down and help pull others up to God's standards. Was it hard? Yes. Did I want to fudge and bend differently? Yes, because it was easier; Wasn't it?! NO. Now 22 years later . . . . God's ways are never wrong but the world YIKES IS! Let me explain.
See the world and all it's lures give temporary pleasures. It Looks appealing, is not so difficult. Gives immediate gratification. Who's it gunna hurt - nobody. The world appeals to all the senses and tends to be subjectively driven. Only to leave individuals with an odd void, a type of hole. It tends to be all about "ME". But when really looking for true filled gratification it comes by being committed to giving.
Giving.
Self denial = selfless servitude
Humility = not needing others to recognize
reach out to others that CAN NOT reach back
LISTEN = Less of "imparting MY knowledge" dispensing
Actively SERVING
Giving!
It's time for me to learn and apply and GO!
Sisters' - Orilla Landers/ Gram'ma L Service
Revelation 21:4
He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.
Constance Knuckey & Barbara KlundtNovember 6, 2009 - Friday
Jim & Connie Knuckey: Barb & Vic Klundt"Landers' Sisters"
Keith, John, Kent, Julie Nellis (Klundt), Dave & Dan Knuckey1st Cousins - "Landers Sisters"
Klundts' and Knuckeys'
Victor & Barb Klundt FamilyJulie Nellis, Keith, John & Kent
Vic & Barb Klundt12 Grandchildren
Back row: Brittney (Zach's fiance), Zach, Matt, Alex
2nd Row: Faith, Emily, Hadassah, Tia & Mya
Missing: Alizabeth, Arlis (Fiance), Josh, Kameron & Haley Nellis
Missing: Alizabeth, Arlis (Fiance), Josh, Kameron & Haley Nellis
Uncle Kent & Hadassah with his nephew Alex Reed (Julies' son)
Kent & Ana-Maria Klundt -Barbs' Eldest Son
Tia & Faith KlundtKent's second and third daughter
Tia, Mya & Emily KlundtKent's third, first & fourth daughters
Dan, Janice & Samantha KnuckeyJim & Connies' youngest son
Dave, Thomas, Amy, Abigail & Emma KnuckeyJim & Connies' eldest son
Kent & Ana-Maria Klundt FamilyMya, Hadassah (baby), Emily, Faith & Tia (blonde)
Vic & Barbs' eldest son - Missouri
Matthew, Tabby, Keith, Zach Klundt and Brittney (Zach's fiance)Vic & Barb's second son - Illinois
Julie Nellis (Klundt & son), Alex Reed - IowaJohn Klundt - Arizona
Vic & Barbs' daughter (youngest) and son (third)
Missing: Gary & Haley Nellis
Kayleen, Alizabeth, Josh & Kameron Klundt
Keith & Tabby Klundt
third cousins fellowship
Sisters - Kent's girls
Vic & Barb Klundt with Marv & Ruth Klundt2 of 5 brothers
Jim & Connie Knuckey Grandchildren
Abigail, Thomas, Emma and "Sam"
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
30 Days
"Thirty days has September, April, June and November . . . ." ???Whisking by "30 Days or less". As the deep morning hours around 1:30 this morning anticipation aroused my senses as well as my sense of SMELL and a whimper, no a cry. I couldn't get the sent or sounds out of my head. It smelt as "fire or a smoldering smoke" out of place. "Am I dreaming? Wake up, wake up!" I was awake. What if there was only but a moment to take another step? Did I have everything in order? Are the Girls okay? Is it a fire? What's going on? Oh my . . . . what IS going on? I awoke because Hadassah was crying herself awake. I gingerly cradled her in my arms as I lifted her from her bed. She had tears that softly moistened her eyes, her cheeks and she clung tightly around my neck as if life depended upon it. That is when reality hit that it wasn't a dream. She was in my arms, melting into my neck while upon my chest. The smell . . . it didn't diminish. Quickly walking around the house trying to stay calm. I did smell smoke!!! But where was it coming from? The inside? And if so, where from; the basement, the chimney (but we haven't used it this year!), the landing or girls room, the attic, in the walls? WHERE!!! Kent noticed my absence asking what was wrong. We both began to smell the odor rafting around but from where? Girls a
ll asleep - even Hadassah in my arms they are all secured in their slumber.Kent . . . thinks it is from outside. It smells like leaves burning . . . but why at 1:30 in the early morning?! We reside and chide our self to go back to bed. Kent, Hadassah as well as all the girls are sound asleep. I can not. It was stronger! What if it was a neighbors home like four almost five years ago when I smelt it from the basement four doors down?! Pray . . . that always works. I went outside the front door to be greeted by a brilliant light from "The Man on the Moon" and the very deep permeated sky filled with the deep odor of burnt earth and leafs'. Assured now that it was not an emergency but an awareness of my surroundings.
Those very surroundings ~ The trees almost completely barren and looking cold. Fall getting ready to surrender to Old man Winter . . . as the brilliance of colors turned the leaves that painted the sky; now flayed on the ground in hues of brown like a heavy blanket trying to warm the creation that lie beneath it from the bitter bite of freeze coming around the bend.
I breathed deeply in the cool crisp air and began to walk around the house Thanking the wonderful creator for the sense of smell. For the foliage that always cycles here in the mid western state I preside in. Than I began to pray over the occupants that lie with in. Kent . . . Mya, Tia, Faith, Emily and Hadassah. ;-) Now for a brief moment it came to me . . . The daily parts of life make the new month of 30 days to be THANKFUL.
What if I only had 30 days left? Would be any different? I remembered the little poem I learned very very young in primary elementary school in Colorado: "Thirty days has September, April, June and November. All the rest have 31 . . . . EXCEPT February which has 28 and on LEAP YEAR has 29." "So Mommy . . . This month." Faith reminded me "guess how many days are left for the birthdays just around the corner. Guess!!! 28, 30, 40 and well . . . Then Hadassah will be ONE!!!" It it me . . . again, there it is "30 days". There were 30 days again. What is IN the next 30 days? I want to LIVE, LOVE 'cuz the days we are given are from ABOVE! Yep like one of my favorite songs from Super Chick says in it's lyrics . . . May my next 30 days be Lived in LOVE from Above.
Live it with me. Won't You? Here's to the next 30 DAYS ~ LIVE as if it were your last! ;-)
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